Silly me. I had forgotten the black and white ones. My personal rainbow would not be complete without them.
I am thinking these beans should just meander through the cloth we call Home. On both sides. That I might stitch them without planning where they go. Just go. Starting somewhere on one edge and wander through till I hit another. Not looking at it from a compositional stand point. Not at all.
I added a few more details in an attempt to express something that just popped into my mind today. And also to finish up the winter stray cat series. This week. Before warmer weather(hopefully) and new thoughts take over.
Anyway, I was focused on how they are a group. How they have a similar direction. With their heads in the clouds that is. And similar roots then, in a way. That thing that binds them. But they radiate different fields, hold their own space. In this case I used colored dots.
You have to look closely to see that. But it is there.
One corner of the wedding quilt. Last night. The cloth folded and placed before the fire. For tending the fire. To kneel on when keeping the flames going. Old knees.
The old star holding the reflection of the flame. That is what I noticed early this morning. How the warmth dyed the cloth. For a moment. It was quite beautiful. And I became friends with winter again.
Some Januarys are cold. This one was more like February. I found this photo of Mom and the Old Sea. Taken one super warm January not so long ago. I like to remember her like this.
I know she was thinking of Dad. Dad died the January before. Her hair was as white as the crest of the waves. Like the clouds if there had been any.
And I am caught in the white of winter. White and not so white. Which is the way it happens. And caught in how we honor days.
January was deeper this year. There was cold that moved through me in a different way. There was young death. There were old sadnesses. There were way too many new questions. There was the noticing of the whitening of the man's hair. And mine.
I am finishing January with this sense of whiteness.